She needn't worry for much longer. Roland's mouth landed just at the stack of her ribs, his hands unabashedly easing her thighs apart. He was too heavy with need to stop now and hoped that the question after his name didn't mean that she wanted him to stop. He would, if she wanted him to, but he didn't yet. Underneath him, she was too flushed and beautiful for him to not want her, more than he had from the first day.